The Chance Remark
written by:
Elle

We had just finished the last night of our play and decided to go to the pub for a drink. I sat next to Ray, Dave opposite him Janet next to me and Jack on the other side of the table. Nick is sitting next to Jack but moves when a friend of his that frequents the pub comes and joins us. Conversation is flying back and forth and Nick's friend is busy telling us a story about naked bathing on Brighton beach and the time she was put off going into a sauna when a younger man asked her if she didn't feel vulnerable alone with him. I think I caught her replying that she didn't until he mentioned it. Jack and I are talking about our own experiences in Austrian saunas with Ray and Dave. Then Dave starts talking to Jack about his last skiing trip in Switzerland. Ray puts his arm around me and gives me a hug when I apologised for a wrong cue during the play. He added as he did so "I always want to wrestle with you, I don't know why". And added "it's purely sexual". I don't know if it was the drink or Ray's attention but his last remark startled me to a fit of giggles. Jack was now talking to Nick and Janet and Dave is leaning across the table towards the others entering into the noisy banter that ensues.

Ray takes the opportunity to ask me "What are you going to do while Jack is away next week"?

"I don't know, not a lot".

"How about I take you out somewhere".

"Where"?

"I don't know, but I'll think of something". I feel his hand on my knee and he gives it a little wiggle as he squeezes it. I am thinking, is that an inappropriate gesture? Can I assume that after his comment about wanting to wrestle me and then stating that it was purely sexual that his intentions are honourable?

I used to think Ray was a bit of a prick but he does't grate on me any more since chasing me around the rehearsal room one evening and showing me his playful side. I guess I always found him too serious and lacking in any spontaneity. It may have been that his wife had died about four years ealier with some sort of brain tumour. I think the change of my opinion of him was because he enjoyed the group and did not play a part in the organisation. He in fact said so much that evening stating that "it's really nice just turning up and not have to decide anything. I love being told what to do and just do it". He used to date a friend of mine and he has dated lots of other women since his wife died but he has since then picked himself up a bit. In that I mean that he was beginning to act his age which, was a few years younger than my husband although you could never tell until now. His breath no longer smelled and he has stopped wearing the silly feminine scarf he always wore. In fact, he has lost his paunch and looked pretty slim apart from his broad face. He isn't as good looking as Jack but then Jack does look a bit like Paul Newman and now since he has got a little older more like Richard Dreyfuss with his moustache and glasses.

Ray continues to flirt with me and I am enjoying flirting back at him. We must have both seen the stud in the tongue of Nick's friend as she drunkenly entertained the other's. Ray asked me "Do you think she uses that for fellatio"? Noticing that she was engaging Janet more than the men I replied "probably more likely cunnilingus". To which Ray replied "perhaps I should get one"?

I replied, perhaps too quickly, "not if you are intending to use it on me" which prompts him to say "you prefer the more natural stimulation"?

"Only if the batteries have run out" I almost blush at my response but for the fact that his hand had moved from my knee to the inside of my thigh. I was wearing the stockings I had been wearing for the play and his hand had found the flesh of my inner thigh. Because we were cramped on the bench seat I had put my bag containing my i-pad on my lap. It was now entirely on my right leg so that my left leg was free to be squeezed and subsequently free to move. My bag acted extremely well as a screen from the prying eyes of Janet. But I ensured that there was no chance of seeing his hand make its next move. Craftily he had put his right elbow on the table and twisted his body such that it faced those at the end of the table. Most of the people sitting there were in a similar pose and all leaning into the conversation held at the one end. His left hand had moved right inside my thigh and his fingers deftly creeping past the elastic of my panties. At this I moved my left leg wide to allow better access to his probing.

His fumblings were making me really hot down there and I could feel myself becoming wet. So much so that there was an audible watery snap as his finger goes in and out. My pussy muscles ere reacting with each penetration and that exacerbates it to a point where we both started to giggle. Because of the impossible angle he was unable to penetrate more than one finger and one joint into my now gaping and hungry pussy. But I was becoming increasingly aroused and my clitoris swollen and ultra sensitive. It took all my control to prevent my hips from moving and I am surprised that nobody noticed my discomfort at controlling both my hip spasms and my verbal squeaks that I covered with a pathetic and badly acted cough. The other give-away was that there was the unmistakeable odour of my juices. Not unpleasant by any means but there was a hint of a metallic, almost iron like smell that was wafting upwards due to the extreme heat generated below. Thankfully Janet had decided to boost her perfume by spraying Angel onto her wrists. A particularly musky scent that pervaded the whole area. Perhaps she thought it was her who was beginning to excite the unstoppable tongue of our new found friend.

Ray turnes to me and said, "when are we going to go for this evening out then"?

Now I was sure he was going somewhere with this line.

"I'm in London until Wednesday then really any night from then on".

"How about Friday? We'll go to see a film and have a pizza afterwards".

"Okay, I'm up for that". And with that, he pulls his finger out of my pussy and places it in his mouth. I cannot believe what he has just done and I look across to see if Jack or any of the others witnessed it. I needn't have worried as they were all too involved with their conversations. I just find myself shaking my head and give him a half smiling half scolding look. Especially as his eyes light up and he makes an "hmmmm" sound. He tries again to gain access to my inner thigh but I keep my legs tightly closed. His persistence gains him feel of my triangle of hair via the top of my panties but nothing more. He gives up and consoles himself with my upper thigh. His warm hand there is doing more than he can imagine. I wanted it on me, playing with my clit. I wanted his fingers exploring my wetness. I wanted it all but I could deny myself that for the moment as this certainly wasn't the time or the place.

I had no idea what would happen on Friday night, I only hoped it would be as exiting as I had imagined.

The days passed fairly quickly and I was having the usual dilemma to what I should wear. I am not short of clothes , but I couldn't resist buying myself three new outfits while I was in London. One was too dressy for pizza and a film. The trouser suit was my favourite but somehow I thought it was a little forbidding and if things got a little steamy a bit of a pain to remove. I finally put on the simple cotton dress that I bought at Monsoon. The plunging neckline showed my bra so I decided to remove it. Now my nipples were showing through the thin material. They'll go down in a minute I thought and they did. The good thing about my breasts are that they do not droop and it was immediate to my attention that there was a pleasing line from my shoulders to the tips of my nipples. I just have to remember to keep my shoulders back.

The next thing is, should I wear stockings again as they seemed to have hit the right note that night in the pub. Had a slightly different pair and the colour was 'nude'. So they were not so obvious with the grey dress I had decided to wear. I looked at myself in the full length mirror and stood on my tippy-toes to allow my calves to look their best. There was something nice about this dress. Apart from the colour there were buttons the whole length of it and closely positioned. The thought of undoing them to the full extent made my nipples perk up and they were visible once again. The next thought is always of concern to me, should I wear panties or not? With the suspenders its always a bit of a fiddle should I wish to go to the ladies' room. I never know whether to have the suspender straps under or over them. Under and its a pain removing my knickers. Over and the elasticised leg fight with the straps. "Oh fuck it - off with them". Job done!

I check my make-up for the umpteenth time, perfect. I am fortunate that I do not need to put on masses of slap. I have naturally long eyelashes and my skin is healthy and evened toned. I put on a little blush to accentuate my cheeks. A bit of pale pink lippy and some mascara. I go to the living room and sit down. I stand back up again because sitting will crease my dress. I sit again as I realise that soon I will be sitting in his car, sitting at the cinema and at the restaurant. I stand again because I feel that my outfit deserves to be seen in its perfect state when I am picked up. I didn't have to stand for long as the doorbell rang and there was a friendly rap on the door knocker. My heart jumps as I realise that this is it. No turning back from here. I suddenly wished I had put on my bra and panties after all as my nipples became obviously and suddenly erect.

Picking up my bag containing panties, just in case of - I don't know what. I move towards the door and open it. Ray is standing there with a big smile and dressed in a nice dark brown leather blazer and grey-blue trousers. It doesn't take long to get where are going and too my surprise we have dinner first. I had always thought that we would see the film first and dine afterwards. This means that we will be seeing the latest viewing which ends very late. I had thought that Ray would be trying his hand with me in the cinema but to my surprise he didn't. My response would have been casual acceptance because being married changes your view of sex. When married we are used to being groped and played with and as a result are not easily shocked or surprised. I guess I have grown used to being explored in every conceivable way and there is little point in being coy or reserved. Our only reason for a sense of modesty is to keep up appearances and pretend to the world and our children that we are paragons of virtue and decency.

As we leave the cinema and head towards Ray's car I feel his hand on my bottom. He opens the passenger door first and allows me to get in. There is no delicate way to get in and out of a car and I demonstrate that fact perfectly. If Ray didn't see my womanhood then he got a good glimpse of my suspender tops as my dress slips back across my thighs.

We drive and talk about the film we have just seen. It is called 'Paul' and it is about an alien trying to get away with the help of two sci-fi nerds. It is hilariously funny and I almost pee'd my pants had I been wearing any.

After about forty-five minutes we arrive at Ray's house. We hadn't spoken about this but it was certainly better than going to my house as that may have been a little awkward. He takes me up some outside steps to a room on top of the garage. Switching on the lights as we enter he states "This is my special room where I do all my thinking". It feels very Scandinavian with its wood ceiling and floor and spacious. There is a large bed in one corner and what I imagine is an en-suite bathroom. At the far end there is a large picture window with closed drapes. Ray closes the drapes behind us and opens the large ones at the end at a push of a button. Then he turns off the lights. My immediate thoughts are "brace yourself girl, here it comes". But I am wrong. Instead he flicks some more switches and I see that the outside has become illuminated showing up the trees and shrubs in the garden.

As I walk towards the scene I realise that they are French windows leading to a deck outside. As Ray opens the doors and I step through I see for the first time the swimming pool beautifully lit from within and showing an azure blue and very inviting water. The sky seems as black as pitch against the flood lighting and I just feel the need to swim. As if he had read my mind he says "You can have a swim if you want - I had it cleaned especially and the temperature is just right. I look around to the left of the pool and I notice a gazebo with steam coming from it. "Jacuzzi? I ask .

"Of course" came the rather terse reply. "However, the house rule is no costume to be worn in the Jacuzzi".

"Yeah, right". I reply in a tone more than a little sarcastically.

"No, I am serious" he says "and everyone has to take a shower first".

The sincerity in his voice leads me to believe that he is being serious and I look towards the en-suit as I undo the buttons on my dress.

"Naah, I only kidding".

"You bastard", I find myself saying and I start to fight with him. We wrestle for a short while and he says "blimey you are really strong". We stop fighting and for a second stay in an embrace. He gives me a playful kiss on the lips and moves away. Then he says, "Hmmm that was tasty". And comes back for a second helping. This time its a long kiss becoming deeper and more intense as it goes on. I know that usually kissing a man can leave the face looking red around the mouth from his stubble. But somehow I could feel none with him. His face is very smooth and lightly moisturised. His hands start to undo my buttons. He continues all the way down to my waist. "You don't have to undo all of them you know".

"I know, but I have wanted too ever since I saw it".

Of course I knew this already. I had chosen this dress because of the details and the buttons invited being undone.

When he had completely undone them he eases the dress off my shoulders looking at my naked body as he does so. Apart from the suspenders, stockings and shoes I am nude and my nipples standing proudly erect. I undo his shirt and he removes this and his jacket together. Next I tackle his belt buckle and undo his trousers and lower his zip. His trousers sink to the floor and he steps out of them as he removes his shoes. I could see there was a fight going on in his boxer briefs. As he tries to fumble with my suspenders. I finish the job and kicking off my shoes I unceremoniously remove my stocking and suspenders together. He slips off his shorts and lastly his socks. Finally he says..."last one in the pool is a rotten egg". And scuttles off down the wooden stairs. I certainly didn't expect that. But faced with the challenge I manage to take the steps in three bounds and I am on the cold grass a few feet behind him.

My years barefoot in Africa have made my feet tough. Tougher perhaps than my adversary, because I had caught up with him, finally passing him at the pools edge where I push him to one side and dive head first into the cool water. As I emerge and throw back my wet hair I turn to see where he is half expecting him to be in a sulk at the water's edge. He isn't where I thought he would be. As I pedal the water to stay afloat I look around the pool for any signs of life. Suddenly he appears underneath and behind me and as he rises I feel his hands on my shoulders and he pushes me under the water. Semi-startled I turn around and I see his manhood in front of my face. Instinctively, I grab it and I note that it is firm and unyielding, My head rises above the waterline and I put on a knowing and evil look still holding him tightly with both hands. I pull it and him towards me. "gotcha" I say and look directly into his eyes.

"Would you think this is a good time to confess that you win", was his reply.

"So, if I win...what's the prize?" I ask.

"I think you are already in receipt of that, at least that is what I had in mind".

"I was expecting a bigger prize than that". I retort, harshly.

"Fuck you" he replies and laughs.

"Yes". I say, "that would be a better prize".

"Oh believe me, I am going to fuck you silly".

"You aren't suggesting you are a silly fucker are you?" At that he lunges forward and grabs a handful of my pussy.

"Now we are in a stalemate position".

I squeeze his cock and as I do so I say, "check".

He plunges a finger inside me and grips the top of my mound with his thumb and says "checkmate"

"I think we have a stalemate".

"Not while I can do this", and with that he wriggles his finger.

"What about this", I jerk his member several times really quickly. His eyes roll in his head and he smiles.

"Okay, you win, game set and match".

"Are we changing the game here"?

"No , we're just upping the anti".

"Well can we up it nearer the edge as I am about to drown if I don't have both feet touching the ground".

"I promised myself not to let your feet touch the ground tonight".

"These are big expectations".

"No not big...just carefully placed". With that his finger gently eases out of my pussy. I release my vice-like grip on his penis and run my hand round onto his bottom. I pull myself towards him until I could feel his protrusion against my abdomen. We steer ourselves towards the shallow end of the pool and finally my feet are on firm ground. My back is against the edge of the pool and he presses his body next to mine his stiffness sure and strong. We kiss long and hard. Our wet faces slippery and smooth. The warmth of his face makes the rest of my body shiver with cold.

"Jacuzzi" he whispers, and we climb out of the pool and walk hand in hand and ridiculously naked towards it. As we go I look around the lit garden, conscious of spying eyes.

"Its, safe" he says "no-one can see us, the garden isn't overlooked by neighbours".

He is right of course, because I can see no house lights anywhere. I relax my thoughts as we slowly step into the hot bubbling waters. We sit amongst the bubbles for nearly an hour just talking with the occasional kiss accentuating the point of being there. Sometimes during the kisses his hand falls upon by breasts awakening my softened nipples.

"Come on" he says "Ive got a couple of large towels being warmed and waiting for us". I take his hand and we climb out of the Jacuzzi back upstairs to his den. The cool night air has the right effect on my wet body. Every thing has tightened up. My boobs are perfect and my nipples standing proud like thimbles. I feel completely toned and sensitive to any touch.

We reach the bathroom where the towels are warming. Ray drapes one about my shoulders and starts to rub me dry. I grab a second and smaller towel to wrap around my head and stop my dripping hair from destroying his wooden floor. I then take the last towel and I start to dab it on his chest and shoulders. Then I place it around him.

There are more towels on a rack and I take one down and begin to pat him dry. Down, down, I continue to take each droplet of water from him. Eventually I kneel to dry his legs. The towel brushes past his erection which, gives way like a tree in the wind only to bounce back like a spring. Facing this eager member I feel duty bound to pay homage to it. In the back of my mind is the thought that if I do this then there is a fair chance Ray will eat me in return and that is something that I enjoy more than any other sex act. I roll back the foreskin with my hands and gently kiss the end. It twitches and bucks like a wild stallion as I roll my tongue from underneath the glan across the opening and then plunge it into my hot mouth. It is still cold from being outside but starts to warm up as I suck and at the same time pump with my hands. I look upwards to see his expression. I need have no worries as I could see from his closed eyes and his open mouth that I was having the right effect.

I do not phalate because I like to or because I feel it is a woman's duty to do so. I do it for what I hope to get in return. It is therefore a selfish act on my part and the better I do it the more attention I get later. I do really well with this because the murmurings, the sighs the interrupted breaths tell me so. The need to stop is evident as I am aware of to much excitement each time I roll my lips over the bell.

Ray helps me up off my knees and we move back into the den and towards the bed. He undoes the towel around my chest and pushes me back onto the bed. I take the towel of my head and rub my hair until it is just damp. Ray is standing and looking at me. He then climbs on to the bed and our lips meet. He kisses them and my cheeks and neck, around by my ears and it is sending tingles all through my body. Then he moves down my chest and kisses each nipple and gently pulling them with his teeth. The gentle tingles are turning into lightening bolts. Each pull if my nipple. Each bite with his teeth and flick with his tongue sends an electric pulse from these stiffened protrusions deep inside me and all the way down to my pussy. I can feel the reaction down there and know that with each spasm I feel inside my hot box I am getting wetter and wetter.

Leaving my satisfied nipples he kisses down across my navel and to the top of my legs. He rolls off the bed and onto the floor. He gently prises my legs apart as his kisses envelop my inner thighs. He arranges my legs on each of his shoulders and starts to kiss my clit. Then he sucks it and I feel it drawn into his mouth and growing as he does so. I know from when Jack does this that the size of my little clitoris reaches absurd proportions. This is no exception. It is as swollen as I have ever been aware of in my life and is responding to everything Ray is doing with his tongue. The flicking is driving me crazy and it is my turn to buck like a wild bronco and I find myself whimpering like a puppy with the sensation.

Then every now and then his tongue enters my wet pussy and the combination of this and the flicking of my clit is giving me the naughtiest thoughts of having sex with two or three men simultaneously. This is a recurring fantasy of mine when I am so excited that I have acknowledged to Jack on several occasions when we have made love. As Ray is giving my box the attention I know it deserves my fingers and thumbs are twisting and pulling both nipples for their combined effect down below. I think this is why I fantasise about having sex with more than one man, so that while one eats me the other is biting and flicking my nipples. I know that I can look after a third because Jack and I often enjoy a sixty-nine. Then that would leave me two free hands for anyone else.

When I was in my teens I had become expert at jerking off the boys while they enjoyed a handful of my tits. Doing this stopped any further exploration on their part. It wasn't until I had met Jack that I realised I had a clitoris or could orgasm. Before him I had one boyfriend that either wanted a hand job, a blow job or just use me as a receptacle for his desires. It was no wonder I didn't think much of love making. Now, that I have discovered this hitherto untapped sensation, I find I cannot get enough of it. I desire big things pushed into my vagina. I love the slopping sound of full on sex. I adore the moment of orgasm and the drained feeling afterwards.

God...what is he doing down there...that's incredible. I am now climbing the walls. He has me completely where I desire to be. He has now lifted my legs and is probing my butt hole with his tongue and it's driving me insane. I reach down with my right hand and my fingers are rubbing my bean which has grown to extreme proportions because he has been sucking it. My left hand is busy squeezing my left tit, pulling and twisting my nipple. And without a doubt I am about to cum bucket loads. Since I haven't had sex for a few days and I am getting a superb tongue lashing I am going to enjoy this moment. His tongue comes back onto my clit and is giving it long strokes. At this point I definitely do not want him to stop and I find myself holding the back of his head to stop him from moving away. I say out loud "don't stop". He doesn't and I cum long and hard. It hurts because of the internal muscle contractions. I have several building orgasms that seem to cascade from mild to strong and back to mild and then the big one that takes my breath away. I know that I am more than wet down there. My juices have been extreme and I am wet all down the inside of my thighs. I can hear the plashing as he continues to lap me. I can smell the distinctive aroma of me filling the air.

He finally stops eating and his face eventually meets mine. It is wet with my juices. He kisses me and I taste myself on him. Then I feel his cock enter me. As my pussy is so sensitive my muscles automatically contract around his manhood as he pulls out and relax as he enters. With a little concentration I can alter that rhythm so that I grip as he goes in, relax and then grip as he moves back. It's good, and if he keeps to that tempo we will have a mutual orgasm. I actually find I can do this better if I am on top so I take the opportunity to do so when he pops out. It also means that I get my nipples bitten and sucked which is a bonus. Now that I am on top I can also use my hips to change the angle slightly so that the tip of his penis pushes on my G spot.

With a combination of gripping and the rotation of my hips I am able to control the extent he withdraws and how far I need it in me to touch the right spot. Because his is not that long I need to push hard against his pelvic bone and this in turn stimulates my clitoris. The slapping sound is becoming louder and more violent as I pound against him. Juices are running everywhere and these too add to the noise of unfettered sex. He does bite my nipples and treat them roughly, exactly as I like them treated. Then I feel him stiffen more, several times as he pumps his juice deep within me. I carry on until finally I cum again harder than before and I throw my body down on his as the last pulses of my pussy subside.

We must have both just fallen asleep in that final position. I eventually awake after about an hour and slip into the bathroom to take a shower while he sleeps on. As I wash the chlorine out of my hair I see from the corner of my eye some movement. I realise its Ray looking at me. "how long have you been standing there"? I ask.

"Long enough"

"Why"?

"Because you have a beautiful body".

I rinse my hair and step out of the shower. Ray has already lifted a fresh towel from the rack and is holding it out for me. He is still naked and is sporting another huge erection.

"Is that for me"?

"The towel"?

"No that" and I point at his ready tool.

"It might be...I don't know". He goes on to say "do you think you deserve it"?

"What's more to the point is, do you think I deserve it"?

With that he pulls a face and says "well I could think of a few who deserve it more".

I whip the towel off my shoulder and flick it towards him; missing his manhood by mere inches. Then the chase begins as we run back into the den with me threatening to whip him with the towel. I make a dash for the safety of the bed leaving the towel on the floor. I pick up one that we had left there earlier to dry my hair and I am kneeling with my back towards him. He comes up behind me and I feel his hard cock against my pussy. I open my legs slightly and he enters without too much trouble. I stop drying my hair and I close my eyes as his hands explore my breasts. His rhythmic pumping is hitting the right spot again and I rotate my hips to improve the feel. His heavy ball sack slaps against my clit as he thrusts forward. The pounding is increasing and he holds on to my hips for added purchase. Although the feeling isn't quite as intense as before it has a different feel about it, a kind of urgency that men desire. I was determined that I was going to benefit from this sexual onslaught by ensuring that I had an orgasm at least once. I lowered my upper body so that I was no longer on my arms this enables me to stimulate my clitoris. It also presented my vagina at an angle that maximum contact of my G-spot is enabled. Then the wonderful rushes deep within me start to appear and I am in the zone again and I start to cuss.

"Oh fuck....oh fucking hell...Jesus fuck me gently....fuck, fuck, fuck.....fuuuuck". And I cum again for the third time that night. Moments later Ray gives a final deep push and I feel his load pulse into me. He pulls out and I feel the familiar warm trickle ooze out and down the insides of my thighs. I continue to play with myself and feel the sticky wetness with my fingers. The feeling is delightful. My clit is huge again once more and I am ripe for another orgasm. Ray is watching and I find this a real turn on. If I had been at home it would be at this point I would get out a toy or two. But here, now I have to rely on manual stimulation. Ray is spent and I can't imagine he is ready yet for more, but I need this last one as I am feeling so damned horny. Whether he is spent or not Ray is the perfect gentleman. I feel his hand on my vagina as he climbs onto the bed. He slips his thumb deep into my crack while the rest of his fingers and first knuckles rub against my clit. I raise my upper body and hold on to the headboard. His left hand starts to caress my left breast once more as they both hang pendulous and swaying. His fingers tug on my stiffened nipples and again the shock waves reverberate to my vagina and back again as my inner muscles react. I feel his softened penis and roll my thumb over the end pulling back the foreskin with my wrapped fingers. Already it is beginning to react and within a short time is springing back into action.

Since I feel my vagina cannot handle another pounding I push Ray onto his back and as I do so loose contact with his probing thumb. I wrap my mouth around his cock and start to pump and sucking hard. I feel his hand on my hips and he invites me to straddle his face. I was hoping for this but I wasn't sure he wanted to taste his own cum still residing within me. He pulls a pillow under his head and he starts once again his expert lapping of my sensitive bean. Then he slides his tongue deep inside me the tip of his nose lightly entering my butt hole. I am so wet down there with our combined juices that I wonder he doesn't drown.

Every now and then he gets his tongue in just the right place and I just have to stop what I am doing as my brain turns to mush. In this inverted position his cock feels different in my mouth. The soft underside now runs across the roof of my mouth and the flange of his bell flips across my lower lip and tongue. Then it begins to have a life of its own. I am aware of what is coming and I intensify my efforts. As if in pain I hear Ray groan and he stops lapping my engorged genitalia. A ripple of cum passes through its duct and I feel it all the way up until it burst out into my mouth. I had thought that the quantity may have diminished somewhat by now and was surprised if not shocked that the ripples continued for four maybe five intensive waves and Ray gives out an audible groan at each. I swallow greedily and I suck and lick his tool clean. At each lick across his soft bell his penis jumps. I know that feeling so well as my clit also becomes ultra sensitive after ejaculation.

While I hold his heavy penis I feel the need to cum myself and I do. I have several waves, deep painful releases gushing my juices and more probably his juices out, as the twinges increase. It is certain that we have both drunk from the vat of 69. We have both dipped our beaks in the nectar of lust and unashamedly had our fill. Did I feel a little guilty? Yes of course. Did I regret the experience? Never in a million years. Would I do it again? I know it.

We slept for what was left of the rest of the morning. Ray made me breakfast which I eat ravenously and every bite tastes so good. The coffee, real ground coffee is also very welcomed.

I shower and managed to find my crumpled dress with a million buttons to do up. I didn't bother to put on my stockings so I stuffed them in my bag where my unworn panties were residing.

Ray takes me home and he comes and opens the door for me. As I attempt to get out of the car I swing one leg out and in the process, expose my naked crotch. Seeing this, Ray takes the opportunity to reach down and run his finger across my opening and past my clit wetting his digit as he does so. Then he places it in his mouth with the customary "hmmmm". Again I look around to see if anyone had witnessed this act. They hadn't. They were all too busy with their own lives to wonder about mine.

He takes me to the door and I ask him if he would like to stay for some coffee or tea. He declines, saying he had some things to do. Then he changes his mind and directs his remote to the car and locks it.

I open the door and let him in. As we pass the sitting room I say "take a seat Ray and I'll get us some tea, unless you prefer coffee"?

"Coffee. Please".

I go into the kitchen and fill the kettle. I take down the new packet of ground coffee and carefully measure the right amount for two cups. "Do you take milk Ray"?

Then I realise he is at the kitchen door "Sorry I didn't mean to shout. Do you take milk"?

"No, and no sugar".

I stand there with my hand on top of the kettle. I don't know why I do that. It isn't going to boil any faster. Then Ray stands close behind me and starts to kiss the back of my neck. This gives me a tingling feeling right down to my feet. He starts to kiss me behind my ear and I start to get goosebumps. His hand starts to caress my left breast and the consequences are evident as my nipples push hard against my cotton dress. He undoes some buttons and slips his hand inside and across to my right breast. I cant help myself from saying "hmmm that's nice. Then his other hand moves down my thigh and starts to lift up the skirt of my dress. The kettle is making more noise now the water starts to heat up. Steam starts to belch out of its spout. Then the kettle gives an audible clunk as it switches off . My dress is now past my hips and I am naked from the waist down. His hand works its way between my legs and slides around to push two fingers inside me. He starts to massage my pussy and his fingers penetrate easily into my moist box. I open my legs and bend my knees so he can have full access to me. His grip is firm as his hand rolls around my pubic bone and across my now growing clitoris. He whispers in my ear "have you got any toys"?

"No, I reply," which is a barefaced lie.

"Yes you have, I know you have".

"How do you know I have"?

"Because you like to play with yourself, I've seen you".

I can't deny that there was a moment at his house when I needed to masturbate and I suppose it must be true that I have some toys.

"What have you got? Have you got a rabbit"?

"Yes but the batteries are flat".

"Probably overuse...what else do you have"?

I let the remark pass. All this time he is massaging my wet pussy until it is almost screaming for something in it.

"I have a rubber dildo and a glass vibrator".

"Go get them".

"Now"?

"Yes"

"What about the coffee"?

"I didn't come in for coffee, I came in to fuck your lovely body again".

"Okay, wait here a moment".

I run up to the bedroom and ferret around for them. I return and he has has gone into the living room. "Did you want both"? I ask.

"Yes, why not"?

I stand there with one in each hand. He looks at the dildo which is about nine inches long, two inches in diameter and dark brown.

"Fucking hell girl that's enormous".

I feel myself blush. I look at the absurd thing that is standing upright and wobbling.

"It's supposed to be a replica and cast directly from some black porn star".

Ray moves closer and takes a look. "Christ, I think you're right there's too much detail for it to have been anything else but a cast". He takes it from me. "Its really heavy....and you can take all of that"?

"If I have some lubricant. Which I have forgotten. I'll have to go up and get it. Hang on a minute". I place the glass vibrator on the table as I leave the room.

I dash back up stairs and rummage through the chest of drawers until I find the tube. I run back down again and enter the living room. Ray is still standing and looking at the dildo.

"What are you looking at so intensely"? I ask, seeing this curious sight.

"I think I know this guy. He's in my squash club".

"You idiot, He's an American porn star called Big Meat or something". Ray laughs and so do I when I think how obvious the name is.

"Come here," he says and he is holding the schlong in his hand. I move towards him. He undoes some more buttons on my frock and I watch his hand as he does so. My breasts pop out from beneath the dress as he parts the top. Then I feel the cold rubber of the dildo running up between my legs until it stops at my pussy. I hitch up my dress and part my legs. Ray starts to move his hand in a sawing motion and the dildo follows. In the meantime he starts to play with my nipples. The head of the dildo clatters across my clit and gently dips its head into the hollow of my vagina, parting my labia as it does so. I have never used it like this but I promise myself I will do in future as a reminder of this experience. In the meantime I open the snap lid of the slippery stuff and squirt some into my hand. I take the opportunity to slap some directly into my vagina and likewise on the shaft of the schlong. I am usually wet down below but I find that the extra lube is essential for this toy. Ray steers me back towards the table and I sit on its corner with my feet on two chairs. My legs are wide apart and the head of the dildo forces its way in. Because I am sitting on the edge of the table it is compressing my vagina a little, making entry really a big deal. I rotate my hips more by going up my toes and it slips in beautifully.

I rest both my arms on Ray's shoulders as he continues to roger me with the rubber cock. He kisses me and for the first time I notice a roughness about his chin. I will definitely have a red face after this. Ray moves his head to my left breast and starts to suck and tease my nipple with his teeth and tongue. His left hand is rubbing my other nipple and I throw my head backwards and close my eyes. Once again there is the noise of fucking. The sploshing and pussy farts as the dirty pumping continues. I reach down for my glass vibrator and turn it on. Ray glances at it for a moment then looks me in the eye. I raise my eyebrows in an attempt to communicate that I need it too. I start to buzz my clit and my hips begin to judder uncontrollably as I do so. Ray in the meantime has taken his cock out and is attempting to put it into my vagina as well as the dildo. This causes me to cry "Ow"

"Sorry"

"Look hang on a minute".

I jump down off the table and walk to the window seat. Ray follows me. I bend over and lift my dress over my bottom. I take the dildo from Rays hand and push it deep into my pussy. I then wet my butt hole with some lube. I reach back to Ray's penis and place the end in my butt. He pushes forward and although it feels tight at first in eventually eases. I place the vibrator back on my clitoris and the pumping continues. My left hand rigorously plucks and twists my nipples in turn. I feel Ray pushing into me and as he does so the dildo in my pussy pushes hard against my G-spot. My knees weaken as I finally cum. I remove the dildo and Ray continues to butt fuck me until finally he cums.

I point towards the downstairs bathroom and suggest that he uses that to clean himself up. I gather the toys and make my way upstairs where I can clean up. The aftermath of sex is never tidy. It is always messy and somehow the spell is broken unless you can fall asleep immediately after the act. This was just such an occasion. By the time I had returned to the living room Ray had made the coffee.

"I don't know how you take it".

Now I don't suppose he meant the dildo, although with his sense of humour he knew exactly what he was saying.

"With cream". I replied and I suddenly realised the innuendo.

There is a moment's silence as we look at each other. Then I go to the kitchen and open the fridge for some cream. I return and we silently sip our coffees. After we had finished I attempt to relieve him of his cup.

"No, let me do that", and with that he takes my cup and his to the kitchen and starts to wash them in the sink.

"Leave them Ray".

"It's okay, I like to do this".

He finishes washing up and I dry the cups and put them in the cupboard. It seems like there is an awkwardness now and I can't put my finger on it.

"Look, I have to go now, I have a lot of things to do. Er, thanks for the coffee...

"That you made" I interrupt.

"Yes, I did didn't I. Well in that case thanks for the..." He is obviously lost for words.

"Fuck"?

"What...yes...fuck or should we say Fucks"?

"Fuckety fuck fuck" I add to lighten the mood. "Ray, it was just a fuck, you know...no strings...no recriminations".

He steps towards me and gives me a brief kiss. Then he returns and gives me a full on kiss which I reciprocate. He looks at me and says "I think you are beautiful".

"I know, but I am married to Jack".

"Yes, Jack...lucky old Jack".

"Don't do this Ray. It's been fun...let's not spoil it".

"No, you're right. I just wish I could meet someone like you".

"There's no reason why we can't do it again sometime. The next time Jack is away perhaps"?

He kisses me again and runs his hands up my leg towards my crotch. "Panties" I say, as his hand stops at the obvious cloth barrier.

He walks towards the front door. He partly opens it and gives me a final kiss. As he is about to go out, I lift my frock and pull aside my knickers. His hand deftly moves between my legs and he slides his finger into my pussy. As he leaves he puts his finger in his mouth with a "hmmm that's a spicy meat-a-ball". Which makes me laugh like hell. I watch him leave and he gives a big wave out of his window. I stand there for a second with my back against the door. I say to myself "well girl...that was nice".

I take it easy for the rest of the day and reminisced about the night I had experienced. I realise that men are very fragile despite all their sexual bluster.

Jack rings and asks me what I have been up to. I answer "Oh the usual" which is not far from the truth. He talks about his trip and what he has been up to. He tells me that he bumped into our mutual friend Beverly and that she asked after me. I say, "that's a coincidence" and he agrees. I know Jack likes Beverly and he has said so. I also know she has an eye for the guys. I did wonder for a moment whether anything was going on there. I ask myself if I would ever tell him of my indiscretion. If he asked I probably would. Especially when we have sexual fancies of sharing our intimate moments. He might even suggest a threesome and that might be interesting. Who am I kidding...that's my biggest fantasy. Yes, I would go for that in a big way. As long as it was with two men. But what about a foursome with Beverly. She's divorced and looking and drop dead gorgeous as well. I think an introduction wouldn't go amiss.

Elle